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let the night come

we are not afraid.

g h o s t
3 February
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"Too often the phantoms of Ghost's dreams possessed him even after he woke, claimed all his attention and a little of his soul. The visions worried Steve as much as they enchanted him. Ever since they had become friends, Steve had thought of himself as Ghost's protector because he was a year older and because so often Ghost seemed to hover precariously on the edge of reality. Ghost lived with one foot in Steve's world of beer and guitars and friends, the other in the pale never-never land of his visions. Reality was often too much for Ghost; it could puzzle and hurt him. Sometimes it seemed that Ghost consented to live in the world only because Steve was there, and Ghost would not leave Steve alone." - Lost Souls, Poppy Z. Brite